I am mid crisis. Clearly when I get to
mid crisis I do what comes naturally to me and write. I love writing
and I have no idea why I don't do it more often.
I have a new job. A new bloody job
which I start tomorrow. What in God's name is that all about? A few
years ago I'd convinced myself that I'd be a Barclays girl until I
retired. Things changed though and I did not like the way it way
changing so I decided to get off the Barclays bus.
I'd given myself a month. I thought
that if I started applying at the beginning of January and hadn't had
an interview by the end of January clearly the job market wasn't
ready for me. Things happened rather quickly, in fact it was
terrifying. I did not hold much faith in my CV with its one item of
work experience on it but people seemed to like the fact that I'd
been in a job for a long time and for somebody my age that's pretty
rare.
I applied for a crazy amount of jobs
and was invited for a telephone interview with LV and a recruitment
officer from LSL property services gave me a ring. I also had a few
email and phone conversations with recruitment agents who said they'd
keep me on file if anything turned up. I really really wanted the job
at LSL. It just seemed to fit me and even though it was full time I
knew it was what I wanted to do.
The problem is at the bank there's no
finishing time. Sometimes you could be working a nine or ten hour day
and it was seriously starting to effect my home life. I know I only
worked four days a week but some weeks I'd work over 40 hours so I
didn't think the stretch to full time office hours was going to be
that much of an issue. And it meant I'd get every weekend off with my
husband so I didn't have to plan things so far in advance.
Anyway I digress. After the phone call
with Rebecca from LSL I didn't hear anything for just over a week so
I thought the worst and went ahead with a telephone interview with LV
which resulted in me being invited for a face to face interview. On
the day I got the email confirming the full interview with LV I was
delighted to get a phone call inviting me for an interview at LSL. It
was a lovely thing to be on your lunch break from a job you didn't
want to be at anymore arranging an interview for a new job.
So I went for the interview on Thursday
22nd January at 11am. I was genuinely terrified. The
ladies who interviewed me were so lovely though that at the end of it
I didn't feel like I'd had an interview just a 40 minute chat. Two
hours later I was offered the job and it was the best feeling in the
world. I cried. Obviously. I cried a lot.
I handed my notice in the next day, my
sister was trying to convince me to go back in to town to hand it in
on the same day but I needed to sleep on it so it all would sink in.
I've had a couple of queries about the job but they've answered them
straight away. I actually feel really welcome before I've even got
there.
The most difficult thing I've found is
not having a uniform. I feel like I've been institutionalised in cyan
and navy so I've tried to get as far away from that as possible. I've
created myself a sort of uniform of my own stuff so I'll have to see
how that pans out and how comfortable I'll be in it.
My crisis continues though. I think
it's just mega nerves. There's some amazing stuff on YouTube though
about what to do on your first day and there this one minute pep talk
which I've watched that has helped a bit. Fairly sure it won't help
me sleep though. Might have to crack open the hypnosis playlist to
sort me out with some snoozes.
I think I'll probably update this as I
go. It might even help with the nerves. A bit. Maybe. I don't know. Wish me luck.
Until next time.
